Disclaimer: The title of this chapter doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Queensryche.

One house up from where the Winchesters were staying was the Lassiter place. A big place, with green shingles on top and gray ones on the bottom; a large metal fence that held a beautiful three year old Collie, that went around the whole front of the house. The house itself was laid up on a large area of land, and you would able to see the sun setting when you stood at the window of the attic window.

A few weeks ago, you would be able to see kids running all around the house. Playing outside whether it was raining or if it was sunny out. But now two weeks after the accident everything looked so gloomy. There were kids outside but they weren't playing they just stood there in the darkness that the clouds brought after covering the sun.

It was nine in the morning and four of the kids stood outside dressed all in black, waiting for the parents and older brother to come out of the house. Their father, Dale, came out first. His short brown hair laid flat against his head. His once tanned skin looked a shade lighter in the gloomy darkness and his bluish-green eyes were darker than normal.

The oldest boy walked out with his mother next to him, her face covered in black lace. Her lower half dressed in a medium length black skirt, her top half a long sleeved black button up shirt. She held a tissue in her left hand, her right hand held her sons.

He helped her to the passenger side of the car, where Cassius was already holding the door open for her. He looked to much like his brother that his mother didn't bother to look at him, choosing to ignore him completely. Cassius shut the door quietly, and slowly walked over to where his twin brother, Terryal, was standing.

It was difficult for Cassius and Terryal more than anyone else. For they shared a stronger bond with their other twin Michael. The three boys looked almost exactly like each other, and if it weren't for their eyes, you would never be able to tell them apart. Michael and Terryal with their beautiful blue eyes, and Cassius with one blue eye and one green. The only way you could tell Michael and Terryal apart was from the small scar above Michaels left eye, barely visible to those who don't know about it in the first place.

The three had grown accustomed to having each other around at all times, and since Michaels passing, the other two boys had difficulties falling asleep. Knowing that the one who kept the grounded most of the time was no longer with them.

The older two kids, Lucian and Tala, both seventeen, tried to keep their emotions in check, not wanting the younger siblings to see them break down. Their long black hair drawn back letting their now lightly paled complexion show. Lucian light grey eyes dimmed slightly at seeing his siblings destroyed like this. Tala's hazel eyes showed the sadness that she felt.

And lastly the youngest, Leon. His medium length brown hair tucked loosely behind his ears. His face showing the streaks of tears that had run down his face. His bluish-green eyes brimmed red from the tears that had continued on and off for the past two weeks.

Lucian had finally managed to get his sibling into his car just as his parents began to leave the driveway. He slowly got into his car, looked into his rearview mirror at the three boys that were sitting in the back, holding back their emotions. He felt a small pressure on his hand, and he turned towards his twin sister, seeing the tears that she could no longer hold back. He swallowed the lump that was in his throat, continuing to fight off his own emotions, and pulled his hand away from hers and started his car.

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It was twenty minutes into the funeral, the Lassiter family sat in the front row, none of the kids looking up from the floor. All of the them lost in their own thoughts, some shutting themselves off completely and not thinking at all.

Terryal and Cassius remained silent, never responding when one of their relatives or one of their friends spoke to them. Leon only spoke if he was spoken to, and stayed close to Terryal and Cassius. Tala sat with her mother and Luc couldn't stop asking himself why. Why had this happened? Why did Michael Cain Lassiter no longer exist in the world?

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Blake looked around the church nervously, his short blond hair laying flat on his head. His eyes shifted across the room, looking to see if he could find him and yet hoping he couldn't. Ever since that night he was afraid. He didn't want to turn around and see the man standing there with a gun yelling at him to get the hell out of dodge.

He didn't want to remember that night. He didn't want to remember that all he did was run for his life. He didn't bother to go back for Cain when he tripped. All he did was turn around and saw Dean trying to get to him as Cain was dragged off into the woods.

But at the same time… he was wondering why Dean hadn't shown up yet. He had seen him outside of the General store yesterday afternoon, but now. Now it was like he disappeared. He was no where to be found. That confused Blake because he knew Dean. For the few months that he had actually known him, he knew that Dean was a loyal kid, and that Dean had a lot of respect for Cain. He should be here. But he wasn't.

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The big doors in the back creaked loudly, drawing everybody's attention to it, as they slowly opened. A small figure appeared in the entrance, it's shadow creeping across the wood floor of the church. Gasps were heard throughout the church as the figure walked further into the church and the entire Lassiter family rised to the their feet.

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A/N: Don't worry all. There is another story after this. Talk about a cliff hanger. It's like being in a boat and you're about to go over a waterfall but instead of falling you just hang out on the edge just waiting for that final plunge. Tell me what you thought

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